The Medea Glub was staring up at the sky reflecting on the days and weeks he had been spending on this planet.
As almost always, the residents have been completely thrilled by their new “God” which had fallen from heaven.
They had kept singing beautiful songs to him and virtuously created a nice little cult worship.
“Oh what a great feeling”, he thought and without even noticing it at first, and this happened to him rather often,
his tongue was hanging out of his mouth and almost touched the ground. So obviously, it was not enough yet.
As always, he had to find another planet and convince even more disciples.